I could punch them.
But seriously, this is McNiff family "crunch-time." I'm supposed to be packed by tonight (..riiiight.) and helping shop, cook, and clean our house before our departure Wednesday morning. As usual, we have managed to put off these tedious chores until the last minute, and its all we can do to keep my mom from slapping the PANIC button every couple minutes.
But it will be worth it.
Every time I find myself scrubbing out a toilet or discover my arms are elbow-deep in dishwater, I remember : Popple House, Temperance River, Blue Water Cafe, The Ben Franklin, Artist's Point.
When my head hurts from the odiferous fumes of disinfectant or when I'm completely buried under an avalanche of laundy I remind myself of :
The Angry Trout, Sven and Ole's, The General Store, Oberg Mountain.
There is absolutely positively no place that I love more than up north.
True, it's not always perfect : Sharing a bed with your sister for more than a week, Going on ridiculously long and arduous hikes, Being LIED to by the demon of a book Nina's North Shore Guide, or getting lost in Canada, but somehow I look back on even the worst of those memories and find some tiny piece of it that was enjoyable.
I couldn't explain it to you, but its the most magical place on earth.
And I will be on my way there in less than 48 hours.
In the meantime? Pray for me.
:)
